Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Rakim,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.